Spies Like Us, The Assignment, Another Tornado
Having apparently arrived at the right destination, it should be noted that the tone has changed to a slightly more serious one. In addition, Dan Akroyd and Chevy Chase are no longer their true selves, but rather some actual agents of sabotage of some kind. I believe the first attempt at whatever was in the works ended in failure. Now, this time we are at essentially a fortified multi-level parking lot. Really, it is near in similarity to a modern airport. What we are trying to get into here though has a perimeter around it with a heavy steel gate. As I stumble into the scene a guard notices me. I decided I was left with the only option of breaking his neck! I lay the body on the sidewalk with legs crossed and head slumped to make it looked like he was taking a nap. Apparently there is something that must be extracted from a pool of water in a square concrete container that is exposed outdoors. Radioactive material? Special dolphins? An ancient sea creature? I inform one of the others of what happened with the guard and he is now sure that we will get caught. The person with the escape truck radios to leave now. Unable to make it from the guarded concrete enclosure I attempt to fly away. Now it's nightfall. There are giant concrete walls toward the back of the place with barbed wire along the top. I give up my attempt, but then I try a second time, deciding that I was not focusing hard enough. I make it over the walls safely and far away enough to avoid further detection.
The next thing I know I am sitting in a classroom. Most of the other class members have all completed their assignment for the other night. I, on the other hand, forgot (perhaps it was because I was out involving myself in capers and spy activities instead). The teacher, who was a short brunette male with an unconventional style, decided to go down the rows to see how our projects went. Nervously, I try to think of some kind of excuse, so when he gets to me I end up sharing a long and bumbling answer about "well this lead to this", and "such and such happened", but "basically I forgot....and oh, by the way what was the assignment anyway?". Disappointed, the he explains: "well your assignment was simple. You were to go outside and observe a squirrel, just like this one, and then get back to us with the results." As he sits petting the squirrel I feel somewhat guilty, but at the same time annoyed that I messed up such a simple assingment.
The next thing I remember is walking alongside a stretch of highway on I-30 just north of 635 in Dallas. Observing the only thing that seemed to be highway and grass on each side, I thought to myself "I wonder why they never developed this particular area of the highway with anything". At that moment I heard, as if over a non-existent radio, that Texas experienced it's largest tornado ever.
The Kidnapping Ring and the Small House with Many Rooms
I find myself scoping out an older apartment complex, something you would find in just about any city that was once nice and became a questionable place to live. I'm standing in the hallway trying to assess the situation. I believe the house next door is a kidnapping or child abduction ring. The next thing I know a black gentleman is returning home, so I nonchalantly pretend to be entering the apartment to the left of the one in quesiton. Unfortunately, the unit appears to be his. He, rather pissed off, follows me down the hall yelling at me, asking if I wanted to get shot. I want to tell him that I am trying to break up whatever dubious thing is occurring next door but I don't know if he is involved or not and appears to be a rather violent person so I leave.
Now I arrive at a rather cheap mobile home with my brother. I enter inside the building. Tired for some reason, we both decide to lay down and fall asleep on the floor in the living room or lobby area. Just as soon we are informed that we have separate rooms waiting for us. So we walk down the hall and surprisingly the hall leads into another hall and then a stairway. The stairway we walk up leads into an entire wing of hallways and many rooms, such as in a hostel or hotel, and there are several other wings. My brother chose a room for himself. I keep wondering through the place, not quite sure wear to go and also intending to explore the place further. At one point an older Asian woman comes out of the door. She is half dressed and appears to be getting ready for sleep or to shower, I'm not for certain. Finally I settle on a room, still trying to figure out the architecture of the place and why I am even there.